[00:00.666]Little woken warmth
[00:05.159]The only thing I loved
[00:10.175]Now a suffocated soul
[00:19.474]Its mother’s makeup runs and rinses out the pores
[00:29.009]Rings the color from her hair
[00:38.674]For what we did my love I’m sorry
[00:48.104]And who the cloth has wound was wound alone
[00:58.083]For what we've done my love I’m sorry
[01:07.540]And who the cloth has wound was wound alone
[01:22.037]Its mother crosses heart
[01:26.766]She’s damned by her own milk
[01:31.651]With unbroken water still
[01:55.448]
[02:05.166]For what we’ve did my love I’m sorry
[02:14.674]And for who the cloth was wound was wound alone
[02:24.235]For what we done my love I’m sorry
[02:33.717]And who the cloth has wound was wound alone
[02:49.260]When it’s three on a match
[02:58.064]The worst are always left
[03:07.912]I’m survived by the weight of my own sins
[03:19.824]
[03:37.012]The Lord won’t let me in
[03:46.286]I’m survived by the weight of my own sins
[04:00.914]
[04:05.094]The cypress came up to my knees in May
[04:15.000]And woken warmth grew right beside my leg